You'll be swept away in the winds of the cold
Like everyone that's ever cried
And wrung their hands to help decide
Where do you go?
When there is no destination
And for the last time in the history of man
A child grows into his nation
They said "this is your last summer alive"
But I won't be so far away as I try
Each leaf that falls to cover the past
Leaves trees empty, burns wicks to wax
(sigh) another candle gone
And there is no culmination
Just summers away, gone, and dead
Leaving no trace of explanation
They said "ah, but this is life"
They say "ah, but don't you fight"
With a strong wind your candle's gone
(Out, out!)
Wicks to wax and on and on
(You brief candle)
We're walking shadows in our last summers
(Out, out, out!)
Count on till you reach a hundred
(We are heard no more...)